Ray Quesada

The Loft Of Time - Part 2 (Truth Medusa) - Poem by Ray Quesada

God Master Time – hovering Over suicidal building jumpersOver drug dealers, serious and ready to shake hands or sell, or kill

The soft loft and severity of mortality looms overOur monuments – over Buddha, Christ and the Lady of Liberty alike–

(She is stoic if you look…)

But look closer and she is hiding her sadness, The way most women hide sadness and disappointment from Husband Men and grown Sons who forget the trees they climbed in Sacred innocence, in priceless Childhood, under Red Setting Suns- -

-who've forgotten cops and robbers and cap guns - who smoke cigars and wear business suitsAnd who themselves are secretly solemn in their soulseven if they don't consciously know

Time seems to be the boss around here It's eating the shores, the mouth of Time -Smashing the rocks trying to tell us 'I am Evil, and I will get you, but At least put up a fight! ! ! ' And it smiles as it allows a car to kill a child And on occasion it reminds usThat it is a double-edged sword -that very miraculous things also take place within it's Universal BreathHoly Flowers are born to die But, are precious in their flimsy, frail mortality

All Biblical things are happening And all things with that weight Must be written apocolyptically and prophetically

- And if you feel these things; If you see these monsters... The power of Ginsberg's Moloch -Of the bible's Moloch- The powerful, demonic black and foreboding teeth glaring and dripping with blood...Hungry and chasing after a world of childish souls to swallow up whole-

ThenScream the prophecy in your own blood if you have to or in ink or spray paint On bathroom stallsAnd on alley walls where drunk dummies Will read, and they will have to listen and wonder silently They will have to face their inner GodInner anger, and inner childThey can't argue with a cold dank brickAnd they can try to argue with themselvesBut the Truth, if painted properlyIs a Reverse MedusaThat can turn a heart of stoneBack into pumping red, Thoughtful, loving flesh. – 1: 00-2: 12 a.m., January 23rd,2012 -